Kiss Air Novels & Stories

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

However, the kiss was never initiated from my end when I, out of nowhere, felt a tug on one of my nipple rings and the kiss went as I wanted it to go- all wicked and tongue for God knows how long. After an eternity, Aira finally pushed me away by my chest and we both panted and heaved our chests together to get the much needed oxygenated component of the air in our burning lungs. “There !!” Aira breathlessly said as we both tried to get more gasps of air. “You are forgiven, babe but I will squeeze and cut your balls if you ever do that fvcking rejection thing again,” she threatened and inspite of needing more air, I kissed her tenderly one last time and jumped away from her.

The air between them crackled with electricity, a palpable tension that neither could deny. In that charged moment, Kazia leaned in, her eyes half-lidded with desire. Kavan met her halfway, his lips finding hers in a kiss that ignited a flame deep within them. It was a kiss born of months of yearning, of stolen glances and unspoken words. Kazia's mind flashed back to their first meeting, to the moment their lips had met briefly, a stolen kiss in the chaos of that night. It had been their only kiss until now, a memory etched into the fabric of her soul.

He then moved his lips towards her ear as his whispers echoed their unspoken promises. Ameera responded with a pull of his collar, enticing him to come closer. Their lips met once again, this time the kiss deepened and was filled with an unspoken passion. It was slow and rhythmic, an exploration of feelings that were pushed aside during their daily lives. The intensity of the kiss left them breathless, eliciting soft gasps as they sought air.

Bridget just watched in shock; she could see the twisting and turning of our heads as I grasped every inch of Kai’s mouth. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. My tongue kept twisting around his, lingering to find out the secrets it held. What was it like? Sour, sweet, or soapy? I couldn’t just figure it out. Despite my ex-mate and my daring younger sister watching, I continued taking it to higher ground. Kai finally stopped, looking around to meet his son’s amazed gaze. “Sorry about that. I had a problem breathing, so she gave me a little bit of air. That’s her new job in this place,” Kai says, stretching his hands.

His hands found mine, gently lifting them as if seeking comfort in our connection. After a moment of contemplation, I agreed. However, what happened next caught me entirely by surprise. In an unexpected move, he leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. It wasn't fueled by rough passion or desire; instead, it felt like a manifestation of longing. His lips moved against mine, conveying a multitude of emotions. I could feel his regret, embarrassment, and sadness, but more profoundly, his yearning for me. In that moment, I kissed him back, oblivious to the world around us. I ignored the passing people, the bustling airport, and focused solely on the one person who mattered most – Kiril

"Don't make accusations without evidence. They could sue you for defamation." I shrugged. "You're right. I don't have any evidence. I'm just going with my guts." The livestream chat exploded. The phrase "going with my guts" instantly started trending online. When people realized the situation was gaining attention, they quickly pulled out their phones and started livestreaming. At that moment, the head of the department, Dr. Kellan Connor, called me. "Dr. Smith, a patient has sustained severe injuries and needs emergency surgery. Get back to the hospital immediately and take charge. I already know about your situation. Stop making a scene. You're about to be promoted to deputy director."

"The third beneficiary is a company. Three layers of shell ownership before you reach the actual name." "What name," Elena pressed. Grace said it. Elena felt the room tilt. Not dramatically. The slow tectonic tilt of something that had been moving the entire time revealing its actual direction. She lowered the phone. Looked at Alexander. At Marcus. At Emeka. "Cassin Advisory," she said. Nobody spoke. The dawn outside the window had committed to itself while they were not paying attention. The city below had become the day version. Indifferent and continuous and entirely itself.